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    In Flanders Fields

    By: Lieutenant Colonel John McCrae, MD (1872-1918)

    Canadian Army

    In Flanders Fields the poppies blow
    Between the crosses row on row,
    That mark our place; and in the sky
    The larks, still bravely singing, fly
    Scarce heard amid the guns below.

    We are the Dead. Short days ago
    We lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow,
    Loved and were loved, and now we lie
    In Flanders fields.

    Take up our quarrel with the foe:
    To you from failing hands we throw
    The torch; be yours to hold it high.
    If ye break faith with us who die
    We shall not sleep, though poppies grow
    In Flanders fields.



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    McCrae's "In Flanders Fields" remains to this day one of the most memorable war poems ever written. It is a lasting legacy of the terrible battle in the Ypres salient in the spring of 1915. Here is the story of the making of that poem:
    Although he had been a doctor for years and had served in the South African War, it was impossible to get used to the suffering, the screams, and the blood here, and Major John McCrae had seen and heard enough in his dressing station to last him a lifetime.

    As a surgeon attached to the 1st Field Artillery Brigade, Major McCrae, who had joined the McGill faculty in 1900 after graduating from the University of Toronto, had spent seventeen days treating injured men -- Canadians, British, Indians, French, and Germans -- in the Ypres salient.

    In Flanders Field, Lieutenant Colonel John McCrae



    the taps at President Kennedy funeral:

    [ame=http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=q2h3z3Jqqo0]YouTube - Taps at President Kennedy Funeral[/ame]


    triva fact: the taps were played wrong and have become even more moving for that error

    may we remain free no matter what ruling party may we remember we are Americans.
     
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    "Four score and seven years ago our fathers brought forth on this continent a new nation, conceived in Liberty, and dedicated to the proposition that all men are created equal.

    Now we are engaged in a great civil war, testing whether that nation, or any nation, so conceived and so dedicated, can long endure. We are met on a great battle-field of that war. We have come to dedicate a portion of that field, as a final resting place for those who here gave their lives that that nation might live. It is altogether fitting and proper that we should do this.

    But, in a larger sense, we can not dedicate... we can not consecrate... we can not hallow this ground. The brave men, living and dead, who struggled here, have consecrated it, far above our poor power to add or detract. The world will little note, nor long remember what we say here, but it can never forget what they did here. It is for us the living, rather, to be dedicated here to the unfinished work which they who fought here have thus far so nobly advanced. It is rather for us to be here dedicated to the great task remaining before us—that from these honored dead we take increased devotion to that cause for which they gave the last full measure of devotion—that we here highly resolve that these dead shall not have died in vain—that this nation, under God, shall have a new birth of freedom—and that government : of the people, by the people, for the people, shall not perish from the earth."
     
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    Happy Memorial Day to all my fellow brothers and sisters in arms, both living and dead. May your families be visited by your spirit, may you enjoy this day.

    PN1 Rob Murphy,
    USN (Retired)
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    same to you, Rob, and thank you for your service.
     
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    [ame=http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BsOsdGtBBTg]YouTube - In Flanders Fields - Lest We Forget[/ame]

    the song is haunting
     
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    A Reflection on Memorial Day by Sen. Bob Kerrey

    I stand on a bluff in Normandy, France, overlooking the English Channel. The beach below was called Omaha. 9,387 white crosses mark the remains of young Americans killed here or in other places in France following the June 6, 1944, invasion. They're all dead. Another 1,557 names are on a wall here but their bodies could not be found. They're all dead, too. They did not come home to kiss their girlfriends or wives. Their children grew up without them. They did not enjoy the GI Bill. They did not build a new house. They did not see their commanding officer elected President twice. They never heard rock and roll. They didn't grow old.
    Try to remember them today. Try to hear their youthful laughs. Try to know their fear. Try to feel their promise realized in your life, through your actions, your humility, your respect.
     
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    this is haunting....main post ft bragg nc



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    My dad was seriously would that June day so long ago. While he 'landed' around 7 am in the 2nd or 3rd wave, he was grateful that he survived. He died 2 years ago this August, he was so happy to have seen the WWII Memorial built and enjoyed that trip more than any he'd take before. Seems he wasn't alone:

    Chicago WWII vets moved by memorial trip - UPI.com

    Same sentiments as my dad, he thought of all those he knew that died at Omaha or other battles. So too did young people come up to him in his wheelchair and said, "Thank you." It was extremely moving.
     
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    Bent double, like old beggars under sacks,
    Knock-kneed, coughing like hags, we cursed through sludge,
    Till on the haunting flares we turned our backs
    And towards our distant rest began to trudge.
    Men marched asleep. Many had lost their boots
    But limped on, blood-shod. All went lame; all blind;
    Drunk with fatigue; deaf even to the hoots
    Of tired, outstripped Five-Nines that dropped behind.

    Gas! Gas! Quick, boys! – An ecstasy of fumbling,
    Fitting the clumsy helmets just in time;
    But someone still was yelling out and stumbling,
    And flound'ring like a man in fire or lime . . .
    Dim, through the misty panes and thick green light,
    As under a green sea, I saw him drowning.
    In all my dreams, before my helpless sight,
    He plunges at me, guttering, choking, drowning.

    If in some smothering dreams you too could pace
    Behind the wagon that we flung him in,
    And watch the white eyes writhing in his face,
    His hanging face, like a devil's sick of sin;
    If you could hear, at every jolt, the blood
    Come gargling from the froth-corrupted lungs,
    Obscene as cancer, bitter as the cud
    Of vile, incurable sores on innocent tongues,
    My friend, you would not tell with such high zest
    To children ardent for some desperate glory,
    The old Lie; Dulce et Decorum est
    Pro patria mori.

    Wilfred Owen.


    War is not honorable, but those who make the ultimate sacrifice to protect the rest of us deserve to be honored.

    War is not heroic, but there is no greater heroism than to put oneself in harm's way while being fully aware of the risks.

    War is not rational, but there is no more rational action that to be prepared to sacrifice all that one has in order to defend all that one holds dear.

    At the going down of the sun, and in the morning, we shall remember them.
     
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    There are historic situations in which refusal to defend the inheritance of a civilization, however imperfect, against tyranny and aggression may result in consequences even worse than war.
    Reinhold Niebuhr
     

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